All Hallow's Eve
in all it's glorious colours
bestows upon us
it's delicious gifts
pumpkins, turnips,
toffee apples and sweets
are all there for us
to enjoy on this
All Hallow's Eve
Category: poetry
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All Hallow’s Eve
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being aroace
me not wanting to have kids
me not feeling attraction
me not understanding what all the fuss is aboutme failing to express myself
why do I have to reproduce?
why do I need to fall in love?
why do I want to exchange bodily fluids?me failing to understand expectations
me finding words
me finding support
me finding resourcesme finally able to talk
me knowing I don't need to do anything
me knowing there are others like me
me knowing that I can contributeme feeling proud to be asexual
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AroAce of haiku
butterflies
in the stomach being near to a person
not happening— aromanticism
not feeling
this strange, driving urge
inherent to most— asexuality
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suspenseful haiku
a ghostly chorus
surrounding, enveloping
mocking you— noise in the dark
something's here
yet to be seen
remaining untouched— feeling a presence
in cooperation with a rhyming snail
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Ode to guides
I love to watch you glisten
and how you bob and swerve
now stop telling me to listen
you get on my fucking nerve— Navy
Every time I take a step
you demand to have a word
but if I walk into a trap
you're a silent, useless sword— Fi
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droll gambol
roll a role around a pole
thole a toll from a troll
dole a bowl out of a bole
control a hole as a whole
cajole a soul on a stroll
console a coal on the shoal
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haunting haiku
whining in the dark
moving on its own
eerie sound— creaking door
icy touch
lingering on the cheek
gone with the wind— cold draft of air
in cooperation with a rhyming snail
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happy thought
there it is
this tiny little
happy thought that
makes you smiletreasure that thought
share that thought
with every person
willing to listenif only one
other person is
smiling, the world
is already a -
sometimes
sometimes
I feel lost
and lonely
like I'm all alone
out theresometimes
I feel the joy
of the whole world
resonating
within mesometimes
I feel the burden
of being me
among
otherssometimes
I don't care
what others
think or say
about mesometimes
I feel to much
and I do care
what others
do and say
to mesometimes
the world is
a cruel place
to live insometimes
I want peace
and quiet
without
fightingsometimes
I want
belonging
without
outingsometimes
I wish
sometimes
could be
every timesometimes
maybe
all of us
could be
a little bit
more inclusivefor all of us
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Super haiku Bros. V
giant lizard
roasting his enemies
stores axes near bridges— King Koopa
blinking brightly
high on psychedelic mushrooms
dispatching everything— Mario with Superstar